Being Vicky for the first time
(November , rain storms releases the opportunity to go and take a lonely car ride .... what can possibly go wrong?Damn it….the car engine stops ,typical my bad luck , the torrential rain I am now soaked , who will stop at this hour to pick up a man in a terrible state wet sad mad…at his luck my thoughts take an abrupt end simultaneously with the car passing before me and slowly stops a few meters away from me)E: I guess you didn’t see that coming? shouts the girl running with an...